A cove. Were the only words running through her head as she swam around in the Eastern Lands swamps. She had decided to venture through a small stream that had led her to this destination. As she swam around it's vast waters she discovered that this place was quite the catch, if only she could find some type of underwater cave that she could call her own. To call my own. Aglaope contemplated in her head for a moment this new revelation. Back in the lands she had left behind she had shared a cove with her sisters where they would sing to sailors and other human or non-human's and most often kill them. Of course most the humans drowned and any soquili that could not swim or breath under water also perished. However, the few that could were kept as servants or whatever else the sisters needed at the time. It was about when her eldest sister became pregnant that she decided she would leave and create a new home. They had each vowed long ago that they would not have children unless it was advantageous for them to do so. Her sister broke that pact when she became pregnant with one of their latest victims. Her other sister had stayed to take care of the elder one, and seemed keen on becoming pregnant herself so that their children would be just like them. Aglaope on the other hand had ideas of her own. She would stick to the pact they had made long ago, but with her own twist. What twist it would be was still unknown to her. As she scoffed she discovered a large open faced cave that rose slightly above the water. Curious she entered into it and discovered it was the perfect place for her new abode. It had more then enough space for her and any minions or victims she had.
After about an hour, her home was exactly the way she wanted it. Hungry, she decided it was time to venture off and find something to eat. Maybe she would find some victims to bring back. As she wandered off down the stream and further and further away from the swamp she found herself questioning her decision to move to the Kawani lands. No. I will make it here. She thought with retaliation to her own fears.
Where on earth was he headed! That stupid goat boy had given him the wrong directions again, this was just great! Now not only did he not know where he was heading towards, but he had a new name to had to his list. As he pulled his list from the wrap around his front leg, he slowly began to crave a new name into the paper. Goat boy, he wrote with harsh distaste forming in his mouth as he let out a snarl and finished carving his name into the list. This list full of all of the people he had met that he utterly despised and would later have quite a word with. If they were lucky, they better hope they never had another run in with him he thought. Now he didn't always have this list, there was a time when he actually smiled. A time when he had a life not just a soulless body...
